I say Crowley became paranoid after season 1 for two reasons and two reasons only:
He has had a taste of what losing Aziraphale feels like and it destroyed him to the point of "Fuck Armageddon. I'm gonna drink myself to oblivion and wait for the end of the world to take me" (smells like low-key suicidal behavior to me but alas) and he doesn't want to feel that way again
He saw with his own two eyes how eager Gabriel (and Heaven in general) was to destroy Aziraphale and how stupidly happy that idea made him.
He can't live without Aziraphale
He would rather be destroyed with the rest of the world instead of fighting to save it like it was HIS original plan because he thought Aziraphale was dead
Crowley knows their body switching stunt worked but he has anxiety. His mind will keep feeding him with questions like "For how long will they believe it without further investigation?/will they actually leave us alone before coming for Aziraphale again?"
His paranoia is the reason why he got so upset over Aziraphale wanting to shelter and help Gabriel
After all these years of being afraid Heaven would come and take Aziraphale away from him, now the angel wants to help the guy that tried to kill him and that very conveniently claims to be amenisiac? I don't know about you but I wouldn't believe Gabriel/Jim easily either
The worst part is: his paranoia was correct. Heaven did come and took Aziraphale away from him but in such a twisted way the angel chose to go instead of being forced to
He has had this fear since Armageddidnt. He has tried to keep his peaceful existence with Aziraphale by any means necessary just to watch his fears play in front of him in the most cruel way possible
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“you’re being childish.”
“i’m not!”
“you are.”
sae chuckles, carefully putting the dishes back to where they belonged as he finishes up washing them, and you hate how much of a malewife he looks like.
“it’s not that big of a deal,” he starts walking over to where you rest on the couch. “you know i didn’t mean it.”
you turn your head away from him, scoffing when he tries to ruffle your hair. “you’re lying,” you turn back to face him. “you’re literally smiling right now!”
the laugh that sae was trying to suppress comes out at your accusation, and he cocks his head to the side. “okay, you caught me.”
but just as you’re about to open your mouth in retaliation, he cuts you off, “but what’s wrong with telling the truth?”
“you—“ the words are struggling to get out of your mouth, “you can’t just tell someone their cooking tastes like dogshit!” you poke him in the chest, a bit too aggressively, and sae swears he sees a flash of concern on your face, despite it doing nothing to him (but he thinks you’re cute for trying). “especially your girlfriend, mr. prodigy!”
“come on, i didn’t say it was dogshit.” he reasons, not that it does much. “it was just… not very appetizing.”
“that doesn’t make it any better, sae.” you roll your eyes and avert your gaze back to the tv, mumbling to yourself, “you should’ve seen the look of horror in your eyes…”
your boyfriend laughs as he makes his way around to sit next to you (you subtly move over to leave a gap between you two though). you glare at him as he hums, knowing he’s up to nothing good.
“well, it’s okay. i’ll pay for your cooking classes.”
“hey!” you hit him in the arm, and the fact that he doesn’t bulge only puts a smirk on his face. “now that was uncalled for.”
he grabs your hand, holding it with his larger one as he just stares at you. “if i’m going to eat your cooking for the rest of my life, then i’d rather it be digestible, you big baby.”
it’s unfair how sae can make such a backhanded phrase sound so charming, how he can placate you with sweet-talk and silly teases.
“fine,” you give in and intertwine your hand with his, “i’ll let you off this time.”
he merely hums in agreement, trailing his arm around your shoulders as you scoot closer to him.
“was the food that bad though?” you hesitantly ask out of curiosity.
“oh, it was the absolute worst.”
a/n: i want to get off work already take this whole lot of nothing <3 @kouyun meow
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I think too much in real life to fully let myself enjoy some activities so I'm going to live vicariously through the characters I write 🙃
He's here for pleasure. You're not under any illusion about his intentions. Sure, he'll let you snuggle up beside him afterwards, playing with the little soft curls on his chest. He'll kiss your forehead and smooth your hair and you'll laugh together about the silliest things but it's no secret that it's the sex that keeps him coming back.
Secretly, it's exactly what you need too. It works well for both of you. You get someone who has the confidence and experience to show you things you didn't even think you'd be into and you get to simply enjoy the way he gets off on pleasuring you. There's no need to feel shy around a man who's told you his secret filthy fantasies.
"What's one thing you've always wanted to do but have never had a chance to?" You probe one evening, taking your necklace off and placing it on the bedside table, well aware he's probably wearing more of your lipgloss that you are after the way he greeted you at the hotel room door.
You hop onto the bed to take your shoes off, enjoying how the mattress bounces you slightly.
He doesn't answer right away, pouring two glasses of a sweet, chilled Riesling before handing one to you. You take a sip, trying not to put him under pressure but the time he's taking to consider your question makes you even more curious.
"If I tell you, I'd like you to try it with me. So how badly do you want to know?" He stands in front of you and places the glass to his lips and in that moment, you couldn't want anything more than you want to fulfil a fantasy for him. You want to be something he's never had and offer him opportunities to enjoy your body that he might never have again.
"Tell me. We'll do it." You hardly even have to think about it.
"I'd like to lick you. All of you. Run my tongue all over your body. Find what makes you shiver. Find what makes you moan. Find the places that are so ticklish you need me to stop. I want to lick all the places you've never been licked before. If you'll let me." He really could make anything sound appealing.
Excitement fizzles in your core and a real desperation begins to build. Just being around this man makes you wet so you can't help the fact you're ready for him already.
"If that's what you want to do, I'll let you." If you're honest with yourself, you'd probably agree no matter what he asked for. You trust him enough to know he won't take you further than you're comfortable with.
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You knew what you were signing up for but you didn't think it'd feel like this. Why the hell haven't you tried this before?
He's kneeling at the end of the bed, stroking his cock while his hot, wet, stiff tongue flicks gently against your asshole and there's no denying how much you're enjoying the pressure there. You couldn't hide it if you tried. You're so wet, you're practically dripping and it only spurs him on. It's intimate in a way you don't think you'll ever recover from while being one of the most erotic things you think he's ever done. There's nothing to be embarrassed about it when it's clear he's enjoying it just as much as you are. Maybe more.
The way you're gripping his hair has you wondering whether the strain on his tongue or his neck will overwhelm him first but he shows no signs of relenting. That is until he stands up, already looking delightfully over-pleasured and sinks his cock into your fluttering, neglected cunt without a word.
If he goes too fast it's all over and he knows it but he can't resist holding both of your ankles, watching you while he places open mouthed kisses to the soles of your feet, thrusting into you with slow, calculated strokes.
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